Johnson Family, under the osmanthus tree.
Adrian Desmond was wearing jeans, with a black tight-fitting T-shirt wrapping his solid body, muscles hidden, so sexy that it made won nosebleed.
At this mont, he was holding a piece of sandpaper, polishing a wooden board, his side profile showing concentration and seriousness. Adrian was making a swing for the kids under the osmanthus tree.
"Dad, haven’t you finished yet?"
Curly squatted beside his father, watching him hamring and tapping, feeling a bit impatient.
"It’s not that fast."
"Can you finish it today?"
"I won’t be able to finish it today."
"Dad, hurry up," Curly shook Adrian’s arm, urging him anxiously.
"Father-in-law, Little Monster wet himself again."
"Oh, I’m coming." Adrian put down the wooden board and walked to the stroller, picking up his son, Baby Sheehan, who was kicking his little legs, continuously trying to get down and play on the ground.
"Son, you’re still young, you can’t walk. Your mom said that if kids walk too early, they would beco bow-legged."
Adrian carried Baby Sheehan to change his diaper. He just peed, without poop. Adrian took a warm towel, wiped his little butt, dried it with a dry towel, applied a little baby powder over so redness in the groin area, and put a dry diaper on him.
Brett Jacobs watched in disbelief, thinking that even their Sixth Master could patiently do such tasks?
"Sixth Master, you actually know how to take care of babies?"
"It’s not hard."
Adrian picked up his son, saw Brett at the door, and asked, "Are you looking for ? Anything wrong?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Sixth Master, could you lend so money?"
"How much?"
"750 thousand!"
Brett didn’t find it difficult to ask for this amount, because for Adrian, it was just a small sum.
Adrian frowned, "Why do you need so much money?"
"It’s all because of my mother-in-law’s family..." Brett briefly explained the situation to Adrian.
"..."
"Deduct it from my salary," Brett added as Adrian remained silent.
Brett’s inco wasn’t low. If he had Vivian Abbey’s saving diligence, he would have definitely saved up 750 thousand over the years.
But it’s not his fault. He never knew he would soday marry a wife and have a child.
Adrian said, "I can only lend you 150 thousand. If you want to borrow the remaining amount, you’ll have to ask Sienna Johnson. If she agrees, I’ll lend it; if not, I’m sorry..."
Brett said, "Hasn’t Madam stopped managing your finances?"
"Brett, you still don’t understand won. Won love to say the opposite. Don’t you know? If you don’t listen to won’s words in reverse and truly believe them, trust , they will absolutely make you uncomfortable." Adrian shared his hard-earned experience with Brett.
"..."
"Sienna Johnson said she wouldn’t manage my finances, but now any living expense exceeding 150 thousand, especially when others borrow money from , I have to show it to her."
"..."
"I’ve been almost abstinent for a year now, and I’m just 7 days away from enjoying at again. I’m doing my best to please her lately, I definitely won’t offend her at this critical juncture.
If you want to borrow money, go to Sienna Johnson. As long as she agrees, even 1.5 million, I’ll lend it."
"I think Madam won’t agree."
Sienna Johnson isn’t easy to talk to, and she values money greatly.
Other won with money would buy jewelry, branded clothing, and various luxury items. Sienna Johnson thinks about how to invest, making money generate more money.
"Then I apologize."
Seeing Brett’s dejected face, Adrian encouraged, "Sienna Johnson really likes Vivian Abbey. Perhaps she’ll lend the money for Vivian Abbey’s sake; you could go try asking her."
"Hmm, that’s all I can do."
Brett and his friends share the sa carefree attitude, spending money as it cos, going to pubs, and losing all their money by mid-month. Asking them to lend would be fruitless.
...
Sienna Johnson returned ho after work, not finding Adrian and the others in the room. She asked the servant and learned they had gone to the back garden.
Sienna took a shower, changed into comfortable ho clothes. She wore a long red floral dress, layered with a short denim jacket, feeling refreshed as she went to find Adrian and the kids.
Knock-knock...
Before seeing them, Sienna heard knocking sounds and Curly’s chattering.
"Dad, I want it painted pink."
"Okay."
"Draw a red heart shape on top."
"..."
"Dad, you paint for ."
"Dad is not good at painting, better wait for Mom to paint it when she cos back."
"Alright then."
Sienna walked over, finding her son asleep in the stroller, while Adrian and Curly squatted on the ground seemingly crafting woodwork.
"What are you guys doing?"
"Mom!" Curly rushed over, holding Sienna’s hand, saying, "Mom, Dad is making a swing for , you can paint beautiful hearts on it."
Sienna’s scent was faintly fragrant, and Adrian glanced at her briefly. Her hair was loose, slightly damp from a recent shower; Adrian really wanted to touch it if his hands weren’t dirty.
"We really have a telepathic connection, we even dressed in couple outfits," Adrian said.
"Where are the couple outfits?"
"We’re both wearing denim."
"Does that count?"
Sienna gathered up her skirt and squatted in front of them, watching Adrian do the woodworking. Only now did Sienna discover that Adrian was really good at crafting; whatever you wanted, as long as it wasn’t too complicated, he could make it co to life.
"Sixth Master is so skilled, when we’re old, we can build a house in the mountains. Sixth Master can totally handle it on his own."
"No problem."
"Mom, paint a heart for ."
With a bucket of opened pink and red environntally-friendly paint, Curly dipped a brush filled with red paint and handed it to Sienna.
"Where should I paint?"
"On this wooden board."
Curly handed Sienna the polished wooden board. Sienna asked, "Is it supposed to be a pink background with hearts on top?"
"Right."
"Then we should paint the pink base first, and then the heart."
Sienna switched to pink paint, applying it evenly on the board. After painting one layer, Sienna set the board aside to dry.
"Mom, why aren’t you painting the heart yet?"
"You have to wait until it dries before we paint."
Adrian had finished the rope too; he walked under the osmanthus tree, asuring the height.
The Johnson family’s osmanthus tree had been planted for decades, tall and lush, with a thick branch extending perfectly for tying a swing.
Tall Adrian stood under the tree, not needing a ladder, easily fixing the rope.
Adrian grabbed the rope in both hands, using his arm strength to support his body, performing a gymnastics move, his feet off the ground, testing the sturdiness of the branch.
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